A sweet friend of mine is battling the bah humbug feeling of Christmas because she can't spoil her kids with gifts. I get it. Well how about all the other gifts? A favorite meal or something handmade with love and blood from paper cuts? How about all the amazing Christmas deals AFTER Christmas? Why does ONE day makes or breaks us financially and emotionally when there are 364 other days where we can bless our loved ones? What happened to being creative? Why does everyone fall into this STUPID idea that it's stuff that's going to make us happy? Yes, I love giving gifts just like anyone else does, but I'm not going to let it break me. Example. I am MAKING all my gifts. Me and my yarn are going to love on everyone as much as possible. I am blessed to be surrounded with people that love hats, scarves and mitties, my specialty! Here's the thing about my situation. After realizing that making something is more rewarding for myself, I went a little obsessed and learned as much about knitting and crocheting to meet my artist need of creation. And then....we bought a house, and a truck and a new picture window. My money is tied up in my home where I could house my family as guests and hopefully my future family to come. As much as I would love to spend top dollar to spoil those I love, putting myself anymore into the hole and stressing about money would just upset me and make me sick. I mean stress makes me physically ill, upset stomach ulcers, break outs, and muscles knots. I need to love me first so to be able to love anyone else.
My Feesha is putting herself through school, accidentally listened to her parents & got a crappy car, parted with one of her kiddies temporarily and is staying with family she doesn't particularly care for. And for what...for fun? NOT EVEN CLOSE! She's putting herself through hell for the betterment of her children's lives!!!! She is clawing her way to the top and I think that when her kids see that, THAT will be the best gift that she could ever give them. Though she is a "I want life to be happy now" kind of person, (like most of us) she is kicking ass and taking names every single day. Hopefully this little blog helps remind her of it. There will always be another Christmas where she can spoil her babies, until then she's taking care of herself. That's one thing she hasn't focused on in quite a few years. YOU HEAR ME FEESHA!!! One day in your children's lives are not going to make them love you any less. If anything it's going to make them love you even more. They are watching you fight the good fight and battle with blood on your face. I'm proud of you and always will be!
Let me make the kiddies something. My gift to you. oxoxoxoxoxox
Merrily loving you, Merry Ms Berry
Feeling better today, I just needed to get the rant out of my system and have a little cry. Its an ego bruiser to be a broke mom at Christmas. I did manage to squeak out a few things for the both of them. We talked and I told them what was up- they're cool with it, and after Christmas sales it is lol..
ReplyDeleteLove you MeeshMeesh, thanks for stickin with me and kickin me in the head. Don't know what I'd do without ya.